Delilah

Delilah

Lured from all around by malicious succubi,

You can never escape, why do you even try?

They descend like vultures and tear you apart,

They stare into your eyes as they rip out your heart,

They will leave you in bliss,

From one simple kiss,

Then gouge out your eyes,

As you meet your demise,

But by then it’s too late,

Your fate was sealed at: “First Date”

You run and you run but you can never escape

By now you should know that this is your fate

At first glance you should have known, from the look of those lips,

How many men have fallen from the curves of those hips,

You shrug me off now, you don’t believe the latter,

But in ten years, you’ll see! You’ll be as mad as the Hatter!

It’s happened before, like Samson with Delilah

Someday you’ll see: you’ve become love’s pariah

And when you do, don’t run to me, when you need a messiah

Trust, Unrequited

Trust, Unrequited

This relationship’s a chase,

Feels like I’m runnin’ in place,

Don’t mean to give you disgrace,

But everything you did, was a slap to my face,

Can’t keep up the pace,

Always on my case,

Never shown any grace,

Don’t know if the prize is worth this race,

Now I’m losin’ control,

This love is taking its toll,

My heart’s as rocky as shoal,

And as black as coal,

Can’t reach the goal,

It’s just how I roll,

There’s no need for a poll,

It’s all just radical,

And now I’m under distress,

My heart is under arrest,

I feel this pain in my chest,

It’s like this whole thing’s a test,

Not feelin’ my best,

But surely you jest?

Can we forget this mess?

Just take my hand,

And forget the rest.  

Bury it

Bury it

Another shovelful of dirt,

To cover up the hurt.

Another mouthful of lies,

To add to the disguise.

He looks like he’s okay.

He looks like he’s fine.

His shirt hides his flays,

His light no longer shines,

His demons haunt him day in and out,

He falls to his knees - screams and shouts,

But he keeps it to himself,

He hides his pain upon the shelf,

He tries to bury it all, in a 20 foot hole,

But is always reminded when thrice the bell tolls,

He cries alone, broken and despised,

By none other than himself, his self-esteem circumcised.

He cries out for a rescuer, a hero, a savior,

But who would help him, with his lackluster behavior?

Like Atlas he stands, the world on his back,

The countless worries of the populace, using him like a rack,

His grits his teeth and sobs, silently all the while,

Wondering what it was, exactly, that made him oh so vile,

But through the eyes of others, this isn't what they see,

They see the wonderful guy he is, the man he’ll someday be,

Now I don’t know about any of this, but what is true, I shall tell thee:

The man mentioned before, is none other than I, myself, and me.

The Maverick

The Maverick

Never backing down,

Never saying “No!”

Never show ‘em a frown,

Always give ‘em a show!

You knocked me on my back,

You spat right in my face,

Your indifference, sharp like a tack,

Gave me a reason to cease my chase,

You held me up,

Just to knock me down,

Gave me the golden cup,

Just to strip away my crown,

Now I’m back, and here I stand,

 Try to knock me down, just see where I land!

So here I’ll stand, with a bad attitude,

Cause nothing you say can darken my mood!

So sit there and watch as your mind closes shop,

‘Cause I’m gonna rise, right up to the top!

Stars Shine Brighter at Night

Stars Shine Brighter at Night

Stricken with joy,

Laden with bliss,

Love is always coy,

Cupid’s arrow missed.

I apologize for not staying,

For I was on my knees praying,

“Praying for what?” you may ask,

I shall tell you, but it’s no simple task.

I prayed for you, to keep you glad

In times of good and times of bad,

For I will always go the extra mile,

Just to see that star-studded smile,

That’s shines and sparkles from morn till eve

Which still, you doubt, though I still believe.

So in times of good and times of bad,

 I’ll continue to pray to never see you sad,

“Why” you might ask, “For what is your reason?”

The answer is simple: “Because your sadness is treason”

“Treason to whom?” you ask with your passionate art,

I smile and say “Tis a treason to my heart,”

Brush Strokes on Canvas

Brush Strokes on Canvas

A canvas, empty, with no design or purpose,

Just waiting for one to paint on its surface…

One painter comes along, with an artistic mind,

The type that’s special, and hard to find…

The idea comes quick, but she only paints for a while,

Before she finds the old canvas vile…

With a carefree glance she casts it aside,

Throws in onward, towards the oncoming tide…

It drifts for a while, alone with no love

Swaying about with the ocean’s shove…

Until it lands upon the shore, soggy and alone

As another artist notes the potential it’s shown…

She picks up the canvas, and takes it home,

Washes off the sand, debris, and sea-foam…

Lays it on a pedestal, and begins to paint,

The depiction of angels, watching over a saint…

But she too becomes bored, and moves on as well,

Will the canvas ever make one happy? Only time will tell…

The girl moves onto a better canvas, one that sheens,

One that is special, desirable and keen…

A canvas to which no other could compare,

A canvas to which she could never, ever, share…

She paints on the canvas, and has the time of her life,

With it she finds happiness, joy, and never faces strife…

All the while the other canvas watches onward, cold and alone,

With nothing but a half-painted picture, a disgrace to be shown…

And still the canvas sits, with no design or purpose,

Just waiting for one to paint on his surface…

Forsaken (A Tale of Confusion)

Forsaken (A Tale of Confusion)

Running around with no sense of direction,

(Another carefree smile, another painful rejection.)

I feel like I’m blind in a room with no light,

(No one to keep me calm; no one to hold me tight.)

I simply reach out for a chance at redemption,

(No salvation for the fallen; no chance for absolution.)

I stumble around, with nowhere to go,

(Waiting for my last chance; my opportunity to grow)

Destiny calls, but to it, I am deaf,

(It calls me, yet evades me, like a thief who is deft.)

I call out to anyone, but no one can hear,

(My glimmering hope quashed; my one and only fear.)

Waiting for that one day, when someone will grab my hand,

(Take me from this misery; take me from this accursed stand.)

The light shan’t stay!

(The smiles betray…)

I’m held at bay,

(On this ungodly day)

And as I stall,

(The voices call)

And then we all,

(Shall surely fall)